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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' \$ g) c$ ^9 q! h% RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : S* p) X- P. s8 x3 s8 l3 A1 q! U% m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 y4 W* Q6 T& P7 \/ ]8 ]% ^! ?4 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( f1 ]/ g \/ s" F$ }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 d5 q: X1 M2 M2 A5 L }How you suffered for you sanity, $ W* x' _, b1 a/ k& E4 N# a
How you tried to set them free,
! f& ^. P. T5 o8 f9 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# U+ E, z+ E2 c4 f* ?. o6 _6 X4 D6 t0 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# S- X9 x" ~/ h9 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. ]2 d+ _+ l+ G8 q+ r% `" V# V M3 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ G( ?0 Z; P7 [7 l& O/ hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. K a/ S) P4 Z; E* j. W$ q2 ^2 N+ i( p
7 p: \0 p% k: @! m4 f* S) n; iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 W2 {+ w3 I" R7 H+ M8 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" p: U4 m: Z' |9 p6 o, vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " Z! ^$ t( Q' m$ J9 e
But I could have told you, Vincent, : \, ]1 L. a2 O) c, ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* j2 [: B8 K" ]# p" \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % l$ h( t9 N* g2 C* B0 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : |6 E: x U: D% O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - b" e) m+ `6 ]6 R$ i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & K+ s# s0 m8 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; X) n+ ?4 Y9 \* B" x; Z7 THow you suffered for you sanity,4 i$ ?. I* R. [1 I
How you tried to set them free,
% L# \' j& x9 M) |7 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 s( ~( V" r- w4 |3 k8 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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